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val carried a boy that could be his son. mireille spared a small moment there for the stutter of her heart, then looked up. suzu was there among them, and mireille grinned. "look at dis," she encouraged the little ones. small miette took at once to the waves as she once had before, and her mother made a sharp intake of breath to hear the first-word. "yes, dat be astera," she elaborated, grinning at the adopted daughter of sapphique and chacal as she approached.
ravin seemed to show no apprehension; mireille lowered her muzzle to brush his head before she glanced at val and his squirming mass of carried puppy. "thibault," she crooned. "come here to me, an' tousaint also," seeing how her other malechild did not lunge into the waves.
mireille glanced again to sobeille and then focused on the more reticent children. "look. de sea be all aroun' us. de sea gives us food an' storms for rain, to grow de plants on de cliffs, to water de trees. but we must respect her, oui? dat is why we must all be learnin' to swim. to know her."
a thought gripped the obsidian, and she spoke it. "your grandmaman erzulie said t'ere be lwa spirits of salt and eart'. maybe she an' grandmaman rosalyn have become lwa t'emselves, an' watch over you as you learn de ocean."